Old Book Has Arrived

"Hiss~" Zhao Yan sucked in a cold breath, clenching his teeth until the veins stood out on his face, sweat streaming down both sides of his forehead.

As Ye Fan's spiritual energy poured in, Zhao Yan's right arm bulged one moment and sank the next. The visible path of the spiritual energy was like a little worm crawling wildly through his body.

His tangled meridians were forced open section by section, while the congested knots within each Blocked Meridians slowly loosened.

At times, Ye Fan's spiritual energy was incomparably tyrannical, charging recklessly like a general on a battlefield cutting down enemies with a blade. At other times, it was gentle and soothing, stroking and kneading like a woman washing flowers and patting tofu.

It was precisely under this balance of hardness and softness that the meridians in Zhao Yan's right arm gradually began to stretch open.

A streak of blood ran from the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth. He had bitten through his lip because he could no longer bear the pain. The agony of his meridians being torn apart and kneaded together was ten thousand times worse than being pierced by needles. Even though he had suffered others' torment since childhood, he had nearly failed to endure it.

Only after more than half an hour did Ye Fan finally stop and withdraw his spiritual energy.

The outside of Zhao Yan's right arm had already turned dark and murky.

Ye Fan let out a breath and said to Zhao Yan, "The meridians in your right arm have now been pulled apart. You have been in pain for so long, so rest for a while first. Then I'll knead them together and reconnect them for you."

As he spoke, he took out a pitch-black pill and gestured for Zhao Yan to